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He gave the silence treatment all the way home Dad dragged me to his office where Mom was waiting for us. They don't yell, that's the worst part, they just talk, like, really angrily. They did that for, like, thirty minutes. Like, half the time they were saying how embarrassing I was to the Northwest family. Finally they took my phone and sent me to my room. I got to my room to find everything removed, all my clothes, all my makeup, my books, my laptop and my comfy chairs. It was way too big to have all that stuff missing. I had nothing to do, but for the first time in weeks I cried. I cried more than I thought possible. I had lied to my only true friends in the world. Dipper had looked so disappointed. He was too honest and kind to have anything to do with someone like me. I had ruined everything. I probably looked disgusting with all my makeup running down my face, but I let it, why shouldn't I let my face match my personality for once?
The house was singing with the wind swept rain pattering the roof. Dipper sat on his bed trying to get his mind off of the events of the day by reading a book from his summer reading list. It wasn't working.
Mabel sat on the floor beside her bed putting a slightly frightened looking Warty Gordy in his 'bed' which was just a nest of blankets.
"Goodbye and goodnight, go to sleep little Warty, the storm will not bite, it won't last til we're forty..." Mabel sang.
When she was done tucking him in she sat on her bed and looked at the content look on Warty Gordy's face, then she looked at her brother who appeared much less content. He was staring unhappily at the first page of the chapter that he had started ten minutes ago.
"What's wrong Bro-Bro?" She asked.
He was pulled out of his trance and tore his eye from the page to look at Mabel, trying to register what she said, "Nothing" He looked back at his book.
"Oh, come on Dipper, I know something's bugging you. Can't you tell your own sister?" She walked across the room and sat on the open space of the bed beside him. "C'mon, Dipper, what's wrong?"
"Fine," her brother resigned, laying down and putting the book against his chest. "It's just that Pacifica lied to me. If she wanted to work here she could have just said that, but she didn't and now I'll probably never see her again. If she wanted to be friends and hang out than she could have just said so, but instead she lied."
Mabel smiled kindly at her brother the way their mother does, "Dipper, it's the only way she knows; she's lied her whole life. She only started getting better when she worked here and spent enough time with you. You're a good influence on her, and I'm sure we'll see her again. You just have to be patient." Mabel laid her arm across his collar bone in a hug of sorts.
Dipper sighed knowing she was right.
"Hey you know what we should do before going to sleep tonight?" Mabel asked bobbing her eyebrows up and down, "We should play 'Who's The best?'!"
Dipper sat up as a smile spread across his face, "Okay, and how do we play that?"
Mabel jumped off the bed and started pacing, "We just go back forth saying who's the best ranking them based on how cool they are, obviously I would be on the top so we can get that out of the way."
"Shut up." Dipper chuckled as he hurled his pillow at his sister.
She caught it and giggled as she fell on her bed, "I'm keeping this, you know." Suddenly she stopped her nonsensical laughter and sat up hugging the pillow to her chest, "Did you hear that?" She looked at the door with a spooked look on her face.
Dipper heard nothing, but glanced at the door, a moment later he heard it. It was sort of a pecking sound coming from downstairs.
"I'll... go check it out." Dipper mumbled as he pulled the covers off.
He followed the pecking sound til it led him to the outside door of the gift shop. He gulped, grabbing a baseball bat as he reached to open the door. He peered out of the crack he made of the door and saw a figure he couldn't recognize in the darkness.
"Hello? Who's there?" He gulped out.
"Dipper? Is that you? Can I come in?"
"Pacifica?" He opened the door to see a shivering wet and disheveled girl. She was muddy from some obvious falls in the rain, almost unrecognizable being bare of any makeup. Pacifica's almost panicked voice came from the mismatched frame, "Dipper, please let me in."
Dipper quickly opened the door, gesturing her inside. She scurried in and immediately shook out her wet hair and clothes.
"follow me." Dipper whispered before ascending the stairs, and she complied.
When he opened the door Mabel looked like she was about to ask what it was but then saw Pacifica behind him and smiled, "Pacifica!" Mabel's smile dissolved when she saw the state her friend was in, "Pacifica?"
"Hi Mabel... I'm sorry to bother you guys, but... I needed to get out of that house." Pacificia shivered.
Mabel gave her a sympathetic smile and reached out to take her hand, "Let's get you out of those clothes." Mabel gave Dipper the look, "Dipper."
"Oh, right. I'll get out of your hair." Dipper muttered as he scurried out of the room and sat on the top step of the stairs. Mabel yelled through the door when he was allowed in. Dipper returned to find Pacifica in one of Mabel's night gowns wrapped up in a blanket, sitting in next to his sister on her bed.
"Hi there, Pacifica, by the way." Dipper rambled, "It-It's nice to see you again."
"Thanks Dipper, it's nice to see you too." Pacifica mumbled, pulling the blanket tight around her.